Ophelia

If you listen through the cemetery trees
Maybe you'll be able to hear her screams
Murdered in cold blood
He tore her heart from her chest
With a hiss and a glare
Buried upon the hell
Below the cliff where she cried for him for days
Walk on hollow ground
Listen to the whispers of the dead
They tell of a girl who loved a boy
She would have done anything
To be held in his arms once more
If only he knew just how much her kisses meant
Would he have come back?
Every time she'd lie beneath him
His grip around her heart grew tighter
Until it burst within his fingers

Does he know of his fatal mistake?
Of his murderous crime?
Would it matter if he did?
Would he have saved her?

She'll haunt you forever
Not a day will pass without her name
Burying itself in your ears
Her death will not be meaningless or forgotten

Her death shall not be in vain